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Happy Birthday Steven Grant Rogers July 4, 1918

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Hitler or Hydra Steve?
[I'm choosing to ignore hydra Steve until Marvel fixes this or just ignore the issue forever
pls refer to me as hydra anon:: real question; are vampires part of the hydra
Hydra anon no vampires are not part of hydra [ in this roleplay they are not but I don't know about the comics. I don't they they are]
hydra anon: what if shield is just evil and hydra are the good guys
Hydra once tried to blow places up with the tesseract and SHIELD tried to save the earth from villains like Hydra. I think we know who the bad guy is.
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// @vampirexx
âTap tap tap tap tapâŚâ
The heavy and annoying clicking noise of a womanâs heel was echoing and bouncing around the long hallway of S.H.I.E.L.Dâs ground level headquarters. The lights shone as white and clean as ever. The woman who wore the heels was obviously an agent or someone who worked there- She had long brown hair that was woven into a braid, then back into a tight ballerina bun. She had beautiful chocolate brown eyes to match as well. Such soft features that Emilie wished she had instead of her cold, light features. As Emilie followed the agent, she was lost in a train of thought that was taking her anywhere else than where she was supposed to be going. Good job, Emilie.
She continued walking straight, her cold blue eyes just stuck on the ground. They were lost in a trance, and didnât follow as agentâs back was lost. The agent, it seems, had taken a turn earlier and forgot the little blonde, the same blonde that continued walking straight until she collided with her victim. She walked at a slow pace at first, but started speeding up without even realizing it. It was obvious whatever would happen next.Â
Emilie was shook abruptly from her daydream and impulsive walking by a collision. Her almond shaped eyes widened as she found herself on the floor, topping over a stranger she had never seen before. The blonde gulped in a breath of air as she met eye contact with the person before looking away.
âDonât you ever watch where youâre going?â, She said coldly to the person underneath her.
Simone lied on the floor under a stranger and became very uncomfortable. She felt her power energy spike but she held it under control. Unlike normal circumstances where she would be trembling at the sight of a stranger she looked at her with a dead cold flat state that her dad taught her to use and said âDonât I ever watch where Iâm going?â She scoffed when she spoke and knew her rudeness is getting the best of her again. âYouâre the one who needs to watch where youâre going, blonde. Some people wonât take âsorryâ as a good enough answerâ. She chose her words wisely knowing that her Shield Official was in the other room and she would probably try to set her straight.
Simone pushed the girl off of her, got up and dusted herself off. She picked up her black silver ringed sketch book and her pencil. She turned around quickly and stared straight in the girlâs unnatural eyes. A smirk appeared on her face for a second then turned into a light frown. âNext timeâ she began holding herself in âyou want to numb into someone, I advise you for your own sake donât let it be me.â
âIf thatâs supposed to be a threat, I advise you to try harder. You donât scare me, child. Iâm not afraid of a ten year old.â She said, rolling her eyes. Before the girl could push her, she pushed herself off, not wanting to be near her as much as Simone did so. âI didnât know S.H.I.E.L.D let children run around head quarters. Do you need help finding you mommy?â Emilie bullied her, as she had already profiled the pre-tween. She ball-parked her age- Maybe she was about fourteen or so? Probably enjoys drawing, no, with that sketchbook it was quite obvious. As Emilie blinked once, the lights started to flicker slowly, and once they stopped she just stood there, with a hair curl around her index finger. She was only standing there with a Cheshire grin, all of her weight on her right leg.
âTake responsibility for your actions, enfant idiot. Maybe if you opened your eyes once in a while, or maybe used your head correctly, we wouldnât have even made contact, huh? J'en ai rien Ă cirer, et tu me fatigues. Iâve never liked children, especially ones like you. Ones that donât have a brain.â, She scoffed more rudely before turning around on her heel. She couldnât help herself or her French tongue. Though the girl couldnât speak French like she could, she was sure of it. It didnât sound like she could anyways, but that didnât matter. She waited a couple of seconds before proceeding to re-trace her steps, and hopefully find the agent that was supposed to be taking her to meet her adviser. If she hadnât gone off track, she couldâve started her training with Natasha or someone by now.
Now she was really angry. Simone was new to Shield but all the agents new about her powers. Maybe she wasnât a agent the taught went through her head and that was enough to convince her to retaliate. âIâM FOURTEEN"she yelled. She was sure her Shield official could hear her but she didnât care. Nobody bullied Simone and gets away with it. Her hand started glowing orange. She gave a glare that scared everybody including her dad the one who taught her. âWhat did you call me? I speak a little bit of French but not that but I guessing it wasnât a compliment.â Her Shield official walked out the room and put her hand on Simoneâs shoulder. âCome onâ she said her voice was steady but Simone could tell she was trembling from the inside. âDirector Fury is waiting for you and you know he doesnât like waiting.â Simone rolled her eyes and turned to look at Emilie. âI donât care. I donât care if the president of anybody is waiting for me, Iâm doing something.â She knew it was a bad idea to yell at her S.O and make Fury wait but she didnât care, she was tired of getting tossed around. âPlease, come we donât want this to escalateâ now she demanding it. She signed and said âNext time I see you just know Iâm not the one who will get pushed. She started to walk away and mumbled under her breath âpĹĂĹĄtÄ nebudu vĂĄhat.â She spoke in Czech since it was a dead language to humans and vampires used it one occasion. She smiled to herself at the note she made and started to walk off
Emilie huffed and clicked her tongue in a satisfied manner, her blue eyes almost glaring a hole through the girlâs neck. She wasnât mad one bit, and didnât take her warning seriously. A fourteen year old, why would she take a child so seriously? She rolled her eyes at the use of Czech in her sentence. She clearly understood it, and that was one of the great things of being raised in Paris and then brought here.Â
In Paris, Emilie was taught how to speak English. Well, it was more self taught. As she was forced to be brought into the United States, she picked up other languages that she learned was used by certain people. Czech being used by people like Dracula, she studied that along with Greek, Roman, Mandarin Chinese and a few other languages. Thanks to a certain agent though, a human. But enough with that background information.Â
The blonde never noticed how crazily she was grinning as her back was facing away from her. She shook her head out of the trance, took in a deep breath, then continued back to retrace her steps to where her agent had took a turn.
Her Shield official stopped and turned to speak to another agent. It was agent Coulson she thinks. Simone was new to Shield and didnât care about the people who worked there. She just rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall. She stared down at her feet then started to sketch. It always helped her calm down or get rid of time. She liked to sketch pictures of her dad, Dracula so she can use his face as target practice. She hated her dad for using her powers to conquer and destroy places. By the time her S.O was finished she drew about 3 pictures. She walked over to Simone and said âfollow me. Weâre probably gonna be really late but Iâm sure I can get you out of trouble.â She walked hastily and Sinone followed dragging her feet behind. One thing that Simone is, is a very lazy person. Her S.O looked at her and then pointed to Emilie. âGo ahead, be niceâ she smiled and patted her in the back. Simone rolled her eyes again and she said sarcastically, â do you need help finding where youâre supposed to be?â
âOf course not, little miss.â, She said with a tone of annoyance in her voice. âJust not sure where my agent went. I was supposed to be meeting monsieur Howlett and Summers. Training was supposed to occur at least half an hour ago. Guess that time is now wasted.â, She blabbered on with a sigh. âNot like youâd spare a pity. monsieur Fury would go easy on you no matter how late you come.â, She said softly, âOr not. Who knows what goes on in the old manâs mind.â Emilie was amused at the girl, who was previously shouting apathetically at her, and was now more relaxed. She decided not to mess with her anymore, since her whimsical attitude and satisfactory had diminished. âI havenât caught your name, little miss surly.â She said with her usual sweet haughty tone, as she shifted the weight between her legs. She folded her arms across her chest and narrowed her eyes ever so slightly, almost giving a judgmental stare.Â
âMy names Simone. And uh, I think Your agent went that way.â She pointed towards the left where their was a sign that said âlevel 6 clearanceâ. As rude as Simone could be she could change her personally from angry to calm to slightly annoyed in a span of 3 seconds when she wanted to, well more liked force to. She gave a light smile but it went away quickly. âI couldâ she started, but her nerves got the best of her. She swallowed and took a deep breath care not to look to weird in front of her. âI could get my agent to let you in there, since Iâm pretty sure you look as list as I am. But I wouldnât know. Not good at reading faces.â She waved for her S.O to come over and help. Her S.O smiled and waved and said in the most calm voice. âIs there anything I can help you with?â Her kindness always got to Simone. How could someone be that nice, she thought. And always smiling that has to be tiring.
Her dad was only nice to her when other vampires where around. Thatâs when he called her his little princess. She had two rooms one room all nice and royal like, she would spend a few nights in there when he was having a party. The room was more like a cell, where she was forced to practice her powers and taught different languages, learned hand-to-hand combat, and given task that would only benefit him. She didnât like to think of herself cruel but didnât feel the need to be nice to anyone, and just didnât feel in general. Her only actual emotion was anger. She caught herself in a daze and shock her head to get out of the taught. She realized that Emile was still there and hated being around strangers so she put on a forced smile and said in her most happiest voice she could muster at the moment which still sound sarcastic and said â whatâs your name
âRose.â
She didnât utter anything else after that point before turning towards Simoneâs agent. In a confident yet sweet voice she asked,âExcuse me, miss, I must get into..â She started her question but let it fade out as she looked back at the Level Six Clearance gate. Wouldnât it have been too late to even try the training? âAh, never mind. Sorry about that.â, She didnât stutter but turned away towards the opposite direction of the clearance and Simone. Her agent wouldâve been furious with her missing her classes, as well as whoever she was supposed to be training with. But would they even have enough time for her? There was no point, and hopefully she would get another time to practice her powers. It wasnât anything important or powerful (yet) to be bothered with.
âAu revoir, mademoiselle Simone.â, she waved away at the girl standing next to her agent. Just before running off and down the corridor, to hopefully escape the facility before someone caught hold of her.
Fast forward about a week ~~~~~~~
Simone was sitting on the floor in front of the window in the Helicarrier. She was sketching the ocean in front of her while adding other things so it didnât look so plain. She just about filled up her sketch book with sketched of everyone she met this week including one of Emilie. Since she grew up most her life in a ceil and got little time for socializing and having a companion she drew people who walked by or anyone she saw there. So it became a very bad and creepy habit. Emilieâs picture was as detailed as the rest she had a floral crown on her head and was standing in a rose garden. She also had many pictures of her S.O but mostly she was yelling in the sketches or looking confused. She was able to escape training but went to a place where they should of looked for her first. Hiding in plain sight was a good tactic and they havenât found her for about a half hour. She looked down at her watch and was about to go to her make shift room. She wasnât exactly a S.H.I.E.L.D agent but for some strange reason Nick Fury took a liking to her.Then a announcement over the loud speaker by Nick Fury himself â If anyone sees Simone Callier, please bring her to my office and make sure you donât let her out your sight.â That got everyoneâs attention. She quickly ran out the room dodging everyoneâs grasp and saw Emilie in her path. Completely certain that she heard the announcement she took a breathe and said â um Ms. Rose can you move out my way? Please?â Unsure if she was going to take her to Fury or just move she thought that the least she could do is for once use manners.
âMademoiselle Simone? Are you alright?â, The blonde asked cautiously as she eyed the girl. Breathless. Was someone chasing her? A look of worry was plastered on her face, but she obeyed the sweet command. Emilie stepped to the side, shoving her fists in her pockets and hunching over to just lean and check if anyone was coming. âIf youâre trying to escape someone or something, you should take the path to the right. If you want to hide in a room, thereâs an entire corridor of rooms to the left,â She murmured in a friendly manner. She stepped up so that her back was facing Simoneâs- So that maybe she could block whoever decided to go after Simone. Though she was in the hallway that did have the speakers, Emilie wouldnât have listened at all. She was busy daydreaming about other things, whether they were completely relevant or just unimportant. âGo!â She said in a harsh whisper, as she could hear the steps of other agents approaching. Distinctive- It was between the annoying clicking sound of a womanâs heel and the heavy footsteps of a large man walking. âThey are probably approachingâ, Emilie thought to herself, âand they would be here any second.â She stood there to block the path and awaited for Simone to go. She put on her daydreaming facade; twirling longs strands of blonde hair around her finger and softening her blue eyes. Though, her pupils were dilated from looking up and staring into the lights like an idiot. What made her act even stupider was that she was aware of her acts.
Director Nick Fury and Maria Hill was storming through hall. He gave Emilie a glare and then sighed. "Simone I'm going to need you to come with me. I'm not giving you a choice your to unstable and dangerous to be walking around on your own and skip training" Fury's glare shifted over to Simone who was clenching her fist. She glared at him for a long moment and then to Emilie. Only Nick Fury, Agent Hill, Coulson, and her S.O knew about her powers. She was getting really mad at everything and everyone and was about to loose control. As Fury kept trying to pull her away her anger only built in her. 'He only wants to use me as a weapon' she thought. 'Nothing more than a energy source or a way to power'. She backed up from where Emilie had stood and then gave into her power's control over her. Her fist started glowing orange and as she started using her hex spheres. She looked directly into Nick Fury's eyes and then watched him pull out a gun and pointed it to her. "Ms. Callier please stop using your abilities. It's not the time and the place and your to unstable to control them without help." Her glare got darker and then the room started breaking around them. The walls got pulled off and formed into sharp knife like shapes. The curling above started to crumble and then she released the gas from Agent Hill's smoke bomb doing all that without moving and just her powers she thought she was more in control then she was told. Glance over to her right she her eyes widen as she say Emilie hoping she didn't hurt her. Simone's eyes widen and she struggled to conceal her powers but failed miserably. "Um... Ms.Rose I'm advising you to leave. I wouldn't want to hurt anybody else."

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ok but the Winter Soldier is hydra
The winter soldier is not hydra he was brainwashed by hydra. He was the victim not the villain.
hail hydra
Say hail hydra again I dare you I double dog dare you
How do you feel about any other humans, inhumans, vampires and mutants? Just asking for your opinion.
I think some humans are ok like the ones that work at Shield besides Nick Fury he is very annoying. I never met a inhuman and I don't remember my mom ever talking much about being one and vampires should of been a myth but sadly they are real. Oh well
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// @vampirexx
âTap tap tap tap tapâŚâ
The heavy and annoying clicking noise of a womanâs heel was echoing and bouncing around the long hallway of S.H.I.E.L.Dâs ground level headquarters. The lights shone as white and clean as ever. The woman who wore the heels was obviously an agent or someone who worked there- She had long brown hair that was woven into a braid, then back into a tight ballerina bun. She had beautiful chocolate brown eyes to match as well. Such soft features that Emilie wished she had instead of her cold, light features. As Emilie followed the agent, she was lost in a train of thought that was taking her anywhere else than where she was supposed to be going. Good job, Emilie.
She continued walking straight, her cold blue eyes just stuck on the ground. They were lost in a trance, and didnât follow as agentâs back was lost. The agent, it seems, had taken a turn earlier and forgot the little blonde, the same blonde that continued walking straight until she collided with her victim. She walked at a slow pace at first, but started speeding up without even realizing it. It was obvious whatever would happen next.Â
Emilie was shook abruptly from her daydream and impulsive walking by a collision. Her almond shaped eyes widened as she found herself on the floor, topping over a stranger she had never seen before. The blonde gulped in a breath of air as she met eye contact with the person before looking away.
âDonât you ever watch where youâre going?â, She said coldly to the person underneath her.
Simone lied on the floor under a stranger and became very uncomfortable. She felt her power energy spike but she held it under control. Unlike normal circumstances where she would be trembling at the sight of a stranger she looked at her with a dead cold flat state that her dad taught her to use and said âDonât I ever watch where Iâm going?â She scoffed when she spoke and knew her rudeness is getting the best of her again. âYouâre the one who needs to watch where youâre going, blonde. Some people wonât take âsorryâ as a good enough answerâ. She chose her words wisely knowing that her Shield Official was in the other room and she would probably try to set her straight.
Simone pushed the girl off of her, got up and dusted herself off. She picked up her black silver ringed sketch book and her pencil. She turned around quickly and stared straight in the girlâs unnatural eyes. A smirk appeared on her face for a second then turned into a light frown. âNext timeâ she began holding herself in âyou want to numb into someone, I advise you for your own sake donât let it be me.â
âIf thatâs supposed to be a threat, I advise you to try harder. You donât scare me, child. Iâm not afraid of a ten year old.â She said, rolling her eyes. Before the girl could push her, she pushed herself off, not wanting to be near her as much as Simone did so. âI didnât know S.H.I.E.L.D let children run around head quarters. Do you need help finding you mommy?â Emilie bullied her, as she had already profiled the pre-tween. She ball-parked her age- Maybe she was about fourteen or so? Probably enjoys drawing, no, with that sketchbook it was quite obvious. As Emilie blinked once, the lights started to flicker slowly, and once they stopped she just stood there, with a hair curl around her index finger. She was only standing there with a Cheshire grin, all of her weight on her right leg.
âTake responsibility for your actions, enfant idiot. Maybe if you opened your eyes once in a while, or maybe used your head correctly, we wouldnât have even made contact, huh? J'en ai rien Ă cirer, et tu me fatigues. Iâve never liked children, especially ones like you. Ones that donât have a brain.â, She scoffed more rudely before turning around on her heel. She couldnât help herself or her French tongue. Though the girl couldnât speak French like she could, she was sure of it. It didnât sound like she could anyways, but that didnât matter. She waited a couple of seconds before proceeding to re-trace her steps, and hopefully find the agent that was supposed to be taking her to meet her adviser. If she hadnât gone off track, she couldâve started her training with Natasha or someone by now.
Now she was really angry. Simone was new to Shield but all the agents new about her powers. Maybe she wasnât a agent the taught went through her head and that was enough to convince her to retaliate. âIâM FOURTEEN"she yelled. She was sure her Shield official could hear her but she didnât care. Nobody bullied Simone and gets away with it. Her hand started glowing orange. She gave a glare that scared everybody including her dad the one who taught her. âWhat did you call me? I speak a little bit of French but not that but I guessing it wasnât a compliment.â Her Shield official walked out the room and put her hand on Simoneâs shoulder. âCome onâ she said her voice was steady but Simone could tell she was trembling from the inside. âDirector Fury is waiting for you and you know he doesnât like waiting.â Simone rolled her eyes and turned to look at Emilie. âI donât care. I donât care if the president of anybody is waiting for me, Iâm doing something.â She knew it was a bad idea to yell at her S.O and make Fury wait but she didnât care, she was tired of getting tossed around. âPlease, come we donât want this to escalateâ now she demanding it. She signed and said âNext time I see you just know Iâm not the one who will get pushed. She started to walk away and mumbled under her breath âpĹĂĹĄtÄ nebudu vĂĄhat.â She spoke in Czech since it was a dead language to humans and vampires used it one occasion. She smiled to herself at the note she made and started to walk off
Emilie huffed and clicked her tongue in a satisfied manner, her blue eyes almost glaring a hole through the girlâs neck. She wasnât mad one bit, and didnât take her warning seriously. A fourteen year old, why would she take a child so seriously? She rolled her eyes at the use of Czech in her sentence. She clearly understood it, and that was one of the great things of being raised in Paris and then brought here.Â
In Paris, Emilie was taught how to speak English. Well, it was more self taught. As she was forced to be brought into the United States, she picked up other languages that she learned was used by certain people. Czech being used by people like Dracula, she studied that along with Greek, Roman, Mandarin Chinese and a few other languages. Thanks to a certain agent though, a human. But enough with that background information.Â
The blonde never noticed how crazily she was grinning as her back was facing away from her. She shook her head out of the trance, took in a deep breath, then continued back to retrace her steps to where her agent had took a turn.
Her Shield official stopped and turned to speak to another agent. It was agent Coulson she thinks. Simone was new to Shield and didnât care about the people who worked there. She just rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall. She stared down at her feet then started to sketch. It always helped her calm down or get rid of time. She liked to sketch pictures of her dad, Dracula so she can use his face as target practice. She hated her dad for using her powers to conquer and destroy places. By the time her S.O was finished she drew about 3 pictures. She walked over to Simone and said âfollow me. Weâre probably gonna be really late but Iâm sure I can get you out of trouble.â She walked hastily and Sinone followed dragging her feet behind. One thing that Simone is, is a very lazy person. Her S.O looked at her and then pointed to Emilie. âGo ahead, be niceâ she smiled and patted her in the back. Simone rolled her eyes again and she said sarcastically, â do you need help finding where youâre supposed to be?â
âOf course not, little miss.â, She said with a tone of annoyance in her voice. âJust not sure where my agent went. I was supposed to be meeting monsieur Howlett and Summers. Training was supposed to occur at least half an hour ago. Guess that time is now wasted.â, She blabbered on with a sigh. âNot like youâd spare a pity. monsieur Fury would go easy on you no matter how late you come.â, She said softly, âOr not. Who knows what goes on in the old manâs mind.â Emilie was amused at the girl, who was previously shouting apathetically at her, and was now more relaxed. She decided not to mess with her anymore, since her whimsical attitude and satisfactory had diminished. âI havenât caught your name, little miss surly.â She said with her usual sweet haughty tone, as she shifted the weight between her legs. She folded her arms across her chest and narrowed her eyes ever so slightly, almost giving a judgmental stare.Â
âMy names Simone. And uh, I think Your agent went that way.â She pointed towards the left where their was a sign that said âlevel 6 clearanceâ. As rude as Simone could be she could change her personally from angry to calm to slightly annoyed in a span of 3 seconds when she wanted to, well more liked force to. She gave a light smile but it went away quickly. âI couldâ she started, but her nerves got the best of her. She swallowed and took a deep breath care not to look to weird in front of her. âI could get my agent to let you in there, since Iâm pretty sure you look as list as I am. But I wouldnât know. Not good at reading faces.â She waved for her S.O to come over and help. Her S.O smiled and waved and said in the most calm voice. âIs there anything I can help you with?â Her kindness always got to Simone. How could someone be that nice, she thought. And always smiling that has to be tiring.
Her dad was only nice to her when other vampires where around. Thatâs when he called her his little princess. She had two rooms one room all nice and royal like, she would spend a few nights in there when he was having a party. The room was more like a cell, where she was forced to practice her powers and taught different languages, learned hand-to-hand combat, and given task that would only benefit him. She didnât like to think of herself cruel but didnât feel the need to be nice to anyone, and just didnât feel in general. Her only actual emotion was anger. She caught herself in a daze and shock her head to get out of the taught. She realized that Emile was still there and hated being around strangers so she put on a forced smile and said in her most happiest voice she could muster at the moment which still sound sarcastic and said â whatâs your name
âRose.â
She didnât utter anything else after that point before turning towards Simoneâs agent. In a confident yet sweet voice she asked,âExcuse me, miss, I must get into..â She started her question but let it fade out as she looked back at the Level Six Clearance gate. Wouldnât it have been too late to even try the training? âAh, never mind. Sorry about that.â, She didnât stutter but turned away towards the opposite direction of the clearance and Simone. Her agent wouldâve been furious with her missing her classes, as well as whoever she was supposed to be training with. But would they even have enough time for her? There was no point, and hopefully she would get another time to practice her powers. It wasnât anything important or powerful (yet) to be bothered with.
âAu revoir, mademoiselle Simone.â, she waved away at the girl standing next to her agent. Just before running off and down the corridor, to hopefully escape the facility before someone caught hold of her.
Fast forward about a week ~~~~~~~
Simone was sitting on the floor in front of the window in the Helicarrier. She was sketching the ocean in front of her while adding other things so it didnât look so plain. She just about filled up her sketch book with sketched of everyone she met this week including one of Emilie. Since she grew up most her life in a ceil and got little time for socializing and having a companion she drew people who walked by or anyone she saw there. So it became a very bad and creepy habit. Emilieâs picture was as detailed as the rest she had a floral crown on her head and was standing in a rose garden. She also had many pictures of her S.O but mostly she was yelling in the sketches or looking confused. She was able to escape training but went to a place where they should of looked for her first. Hiding in plain sight was a good tactic and they havenât found her for about a half hour. She looked down at her watch and was about to go to her make shift room. She wasnât exactly a S.H.I.E.L.D agent but for some strange reason Nick Fury took a liking to her.Then a announcement over the loud speaker by Nick Fury himself â If anyone sees Simone Callier, please bring her to my office and make sure you donât let her out your sight.â That got everyoneâs attention. She quickly ran out the room dodging everyoneâs grasp and saw Emilie in her path. Completely certain that she heard the announcement she took a breathe and said â um Ms. Rose can you move out my way? Please?â Unsure if she was going to take her to Fury or just move she thought that the least she could do is for once use manners.
I just wanted to say that I think that the whole hydra cap thing is stupid. Why would you make Captain America a Hydra agent? So if and when Cap shows up in my roleplay than he's NOT GONNA BE A HYDRA AGENT. I'm just gonna ignore it.

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Yo, if you need more people to roleplay with, try following new blogs and reblog/reshare roleplay memes! (There's a TON of Marvel RP blogs too, just gotta look around for them.)
Ok maybe thatâs a good idea. But I think Iâm just gonna get comfortable with roleplay first before I leap into the wild world of marvel roleplay
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// @vampirexx
âTap tap tap tap tapâŚâ
The heavy and annoying clicking noise of a womanâs heel was echoing and bouncing around the long hallway of S.H.I.E.L.Dâs ground level headquarters. The lights shone as white and clean as ever. The woman who wore the heels was obviously an agent or someone who worked there- She had long brown hair that was woven into a braid, then back into a tight ballerina bun. She had beautiful chocolate brown eyes to match as well. Such soft features that Emilie wished she had instead of her cold, light features. As Emilie followed the agent, she was lost in a train of thought that was taking her anywhere else than where she was supposed to be going. Good job, Emilie.
She continued walking straight, her cold blue eyes just stuck on the ground. They were lost in a trance, and didnât follow as agentâs back was lost. The agent, it seems, had taken a turn earlier and forgot the little blonde, the same blonde that continued walking straight until she collided with her victim. She walked at a slow pace at first, but started speeding up without even realizing it. It was obvious whatever would happen next.Â
Emilie was shook abruptly from her daydream and impulsive walking by a collision. Her almond shaped eyes widened as she found herself on the floor, topping over a stranger she had never seen before. The blonde gulped in a breath of air as she met eye contact with the person before looking away.
âDonât you ever watch where youâre going?â, She said coldly to the person underneath her.
Simone lied on the floor under a stranger and became very uncomfortable. She felt her power energy spike but she held it under control. Unlike normal circumstances where she would be trembling at the sight of a stranger she looked at her with a dead cold flat state that her dad taught her to use and said âDonât I ever watch where Iâm going?â She scoffed when she spoke and knew her rudeness is getting the best of her again. âYouâre the one who needs to watch where youâre going, blonde. Some people wonât take âsorryâ as a good enough answerâ. She chose her words wisely knowing that her Shield Official was in the other room and she would probably try to set her straight.
Simone pushed the girl off of her, got up and dusted herself off. She picked up her black silver ringed sketch book and her pencil. She turned around quickly and stared straight in the girlâs unnatural eyes. A smirk appeared on her face for a second then turned into a light frown. âNext timeâ she began holding herself in âyou want to numb into someone, I advise you for your own sake donât let it be me.â
âIf thatâs supposed to be a threat, I advise you to try harder. You donât scare me, child. Iâm not afraid of a ten year old.â She said, rolling her eyes. Before the girl could push her, she pushed herself off, not wanting to be near her as much as Simone did so. âI didnât know S.H.I.E.L.D let children run around head quarters. Do you need help finding you mommy?â Emilie bullied her, as she had already profiled the pre-tween. She ball-parked her age- Maybe she was about fourteen or so? Probably enjoys drawing, no, with that sketchbook it was quite obvious. As Emilie blinked once, the lights started to flicker slowly, and once they stopped she just stood there, with a hair curl around her index finger. She was only standing there with a Cheshire grin, all of her weight on her right leg.
âTake responsibility for your actions, enfant idiot. Maybe if you opened your eyes once in a while, or maybe used your head correctly, we wouldnât have even made contact, huh? J'en ai rien Ă cirer, et tu me fatigues. Iâve never liked children, especially ones like you. Ones that donât have a brain.â, She scoffed more rudely before turning around on her heel. She couldnât help herself or her French tongue. Though the girl couldnât speak French like she could, she was sure of it. It didnât sound like she could anyways, but that didnât matter. She waited a couple of seconds before proceeding to re-trace her steps, and hopefully find the agent that was supposed to be taking her to meet her adviser. If she hadnât gone off track, she couldâve started her training with Natasha or someone by now.
Now she was really angry. Simone was new to Shield but all the agents new about her powers. Maybe she wasnât a agent the taught went through her head and that was enough to convince her to retaliate. âIâM FOURTEEN"she yelled. She was sure her Shield official could hear her but she didnât care. Nobody bullied Simone and gets away with it. Her hand started glowing orange. She gave a glare that scared everybody including her dad the one who taught her. âWhat did you call me? I speak a little bit of French but not that but I guessing it wasnât a compliment.â Her Shield official walked out the room and put her hand on Simoneâs shoulder. âCome onâ she said her voice was steady but Simone could tell she was trembling from the inside. âDirector Fury is waiting for you and you know he doesnât like waiting.â Simone rolled her eyes and turned to look at Emilie. âI donât care. I donât care if the president of anybody is waiting for me, Iâm doing something.â She knew it was a bad idea to yell at her S.O and make Fury wait but she didnât care, she was tired of getting tossed around. âPlease, come we donât want this to escalateâ now she demanding it. She signed and said âNext time I see you just know Iâm not the one who will get pushed. She started to walk away and mumbled under her breath âpĹĂĹĄtÄ nebudu vĂĄhat.â She spoke in Czech since it was a dead language to humans and vampires used it one occasion. She smiled to herself at the note she made and started to walk off
Emilie huffed and clicked her tongue in a satisfied manner, her blue eyes almost glaring a hole through the girlâs neck. She wasnât mad one bit, and didnât take her warning seriously. A fourteen year old, why would she take a child so seriously? She rolled her eyes at the use of Czech in her sentence. She clearly understood it, and that was one of the great things of being raised in Paris and then brought here.Â
In Paris, Emilie was taught how to speak English. Well, it was more self taught. As she was forced to be brought into the United States, she picked up other languages that she learned was used by certain people. Czech being used by people like Dracula, she studied that along with Greek, Roman, Mandarin Chinese and a few other languages. Thanks to a certain agent though, a human. But enough with that background information.Â
The blonde never noticed how crazily she was grinning as her back was facing away from her. She shook her head out of the trance, took in a deep breath, then continued back to retrace her steps to where her agent had took a turn.
Her Shield official stopped and turned to speak to another agent. It was agent Coulson she thinks. Simone was new to Shield and didnât care about the people who worked there. She just rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall. She stared down at her feet then started to sketch. It always helped her calm down or get rid of time. She liked to sketch pictures of her dad, Dracula so she can use his face as target practice. She hated her dad for using her powers to conquer and destroy places. By the time her S.O was finished she drew about 3 pictures. She walked over to Simone and said âfollow me. Weâre probably gonna be really late but Iâm sure I can get you out of trouble.â She walked hastily and Sinone followed dragging her feet behind. One thing that Simone is, is a very lazy person. Her S.O looked at her and then pointed to Emilie. âGo ahead, be niceâ she smiled and patted her in the back. Simone rolled her eyes again and she said sarcastically, â do you need help finding where youâre supposed to be?â
âOf course not, little miss.â, She said with a tone of annoyance in her voice. âJust not sure where my agent went. I was supposed to be meeting monsieur Howlett and Summers. Training was supposed to occur at least half an hour ago. Guess that time is now wasted.â, She blabbered on with a sigh. âNot like youâd spare a pity. monsieur Fury would go easy on you no matter how late you come.â, She said softly, âOr not. Who knows what goes on in the old manâs mind.â Emilie was amused at the girl, who was previously shouting apathetically at her, and was now more relaxed. She decided not to mess with her anymore, since her whimsical attitude and satisfactory had diminished. âI havenât caught your name, little miss surly.â She said with her usual sweet haughty tone, as she shifted the weight between her legs. She folded her arms across her chest and narrowed her eyes ever so slightly, almost giving a judgmental stare.Â
"My names Simone. And uh, I think Your agent went that way." She pointed towards the left where their was a sign that said "level 6 clearance". As rude as Simone could be she could change her personally from angry to calm to slightly annoyed in a span of 3 seconds when she wanted to, well more liked force to. She gave a light smile but it went away quickly. "I could" she started, but her nerves got the best of her. She swallowed and took a deep breath care not to look to weird in front of her. "I could get my agent to let you in there, since I'm pretty sure you look as list as I am. But I wouldn't know. Not good at reading faces." She waved for her S.O to come over and help. Her S.O smiled and waved and said in the most calm voice. "Is there anything I can help you with?" Her kindness always got to Simone. How could someone be that nice, she thought. And always smiling that has to be tiring.
Her dad was only nice to her when other vampires where around. That's when he called her his little princess. She had two rooms one room all nice and royal like, she would spend a few nights in there when he was having a party. The room was more like a cell, where she was forced to practice her powers and taught different languages, learned hand-to-hand combat, and given task that would only benefit him. She didn't like to think of herself cruel but didn't feel the need to be nice to anyone, and just didn't feel in general. Her only actual emotion was anger. She caught herself in a daze and shock her head to get out of the taught. She realized that Emile was still there and hated being around strangers so she put on a forced smile and said in her most happiest voice she could muster at the moment which still sound sarcastic and said " what's your name
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// @vampirexx
âTap tap tap tap tapâŚâ
The heavy and annoying clicking noise of a womanâs heel was echoing and bouncing around the long hallway of S.H.I.E.L.Dâs ground level headquarters. The lights shone as white and clean as ever. The woman who wore the heels was obviously an agent or someone who worked there- She had long brown hair that was woven into a braid, then back into a tight ballerina bun. She had beautiful chocolate brown eyes to match as well. Such soft features that Emilie wished she had instead of her cold, light features. As Emilie followed the agent, she was lost in a train of thought that was taking her anywhere else than where she was supposed to be going. Good job, Emilie.
She continued walking straight, her cold blue eyes just stuck on the ground. They were lost in a trance, and didnât follow as agentâs back was lost. The agent, it seems, had taken a turn earlier and forgot the little blonde, the same blonde that continued walking straight until she collided with her victim. She walked at a slow pace at first, but started speeding up without even realizing it. It was obvious whatever would happen next.Â
Emilie was shook abruptly from her daydream and impulsive walking by a collision. Her almond shaped eyes widened as she found herself on the floor, topping over a stranger she had never seen before. The blonde gulped in a breath of air as she met eye contact with the person before looking away.
âDonât you ever watch where youâre going?â, She said coldly to the person underneath her.
Simone lied on the floor under a stranger and became very uncomfortable. She felt her power energy spike but she held it under control. Unlike normal circumstances where she would be trembling at the sight of a stranger she looked at her with a dead cold flat state that her dad taught her to use and said âDonât I ever watch where Iâm going?â She scoffed when she spoke and knew her rudeness is getting the best of her again. âYouâre the one who needs to watch where youâre going, blonde. Some people wonât take âsorryâ as a good enough answerâ. She chose her words wisely knowing that her Shield Official was in the other room and she would probably try to set her straight.
Simone pushed the girl off of her, got up and dusted herself off. She picked up her black silver ringed sketch book and her pencil. She turned around quickly and stared straight in the girlâs unnatural eyes. A smirk appeared on her face for a second then turned into a light frown. âNext timeâ she began holding herself in âyou want to numb into someone, I advise you for your own sake donât let it be me.â
âIf thatâs supposed to be a threat, I advise you to try harder. You donât scare me, child. Iâm not afraid of a ten year old.â She said, rolling her eyes. Before the girl could push her, she pushed herself off, not wanting to be near her as much as Simone did so. âI didnât know S.H.I.E.L.D let children run around head quarters. Do you need help finding you mommy?â Emilie bullied her, as she had already profiled the pre-tween. She ball-parked her age- Maybe she was about fourteen or so? Probably enjoys drawing, no, with that sketchbook it was quite obvious. As Emilie blinked once, the lights started to flicker slowly, and once they stopped she just stood there, with a hair curl around her index finger. She was only standing there with a Cheshire grin, all of her weight on her right leg.
âTake responsibility for your actions, enfant idiot. Maybe if you opened your eyes once in a while, or maybe used your head correctly, we wouldnât have even made contact, huh? J'en ai rien Ă cirer, et tu me fatigues. Iâve never liked children, especially ones like you. Ones that donât have a brain.â, She scoffed more rudely before turning around on her heel. She couldnât help herself or her French tongue. Though the girl couldnât speak French like she could, she was sure of it. It didnât sound like she could anyways, but that didnât matter. She waited a couple of seconds before proceeding to re-trace her steps, and hopefully find the agent that was supposed to be taking her to meet her adviser. If she hadnât gone off track, she couldâve started her training with Natasha or someone by now.
Now she was really angry. Simone was new to Shield but all the agents new about her powers. Maybe she wasnât a agent the taught went through her head and that was enough to convince her to retaliate. âIâM FOURTEEN"she yelled. She was sure her Shield official could hear her but she didnât care. Nobody bullied Simone and gets away with it. Her hand started glowing orange. She gave a glare that scared everybody including her dad the one who taught her. âWhat did you call me? I speak a little bit of French but not that but I guessing it wasnât a compliment.â Her Shield official walked out the room and put her hand on Simoneâs shoulder. âCome onâ she said her voice was steady but Simone could tell she was trembling from the inside. âDirector Fury is waiting for you and you know he doesnât like waiting.â Simone rolled her eyes and turned to look at Emilie. âI donât care. I donât care if the president of anybody is waiting for me, Iâm doing something.â She knew it was a bad idea to yell at her S.O and make Fury wait but she didnât care, she was tired of getting tossed around. âPlease, come we donât want this to escalateâ now she demanding it. She signed and said âNext time I see you just know Iâm not the one who will get pushed. She started to walk away and mumbled under her breath "pĹĂĹĄtÄ nebudu vĂĄhat.â She spoke in Czech since it was a dead language to humans and vampires used it one occasion. She smiled to herself at the note she made and started to walk off
Emilie huffed and clicked her tongue in a satisfied manner, her blue eyes almost glaring a hole through the girlâs neck. She wasnât mad one bit, and didnât take her warning seriously. A fourteen year old, why would she take a child so seriously? She rolled her eyes at the use of Czech in her sentence. She clearly understood it, and that was one of the great things of being raised in Paris and then brought here.Â
In Paris, Emilie was taught how to speak English. Well, it was more self taught. As she was forced to be brought into the United States, she picked up other languages that she learned was used by certain people. Czech being used by people like Dracula, she studied that along with Greek, Roman, Mandarin Chinese and a few other languages. Thanks to a certain agent though, a human. But enough with that background information.Â
The blonde never noticed how crazily she was grinning as her back was facing away from her. She shook her head out of the trance, took in a deep breath, then continued back to retrace her steps to where her agent had took a turn.
Her Shield official stopped and turned to speak to another agent. It was agent Coulson she thinks. Simone was new to Shield and didn't care about the people who worked there. She just rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall. She stared down at her feet then started to sketch. It always helped her calm down or get rid of time. She liked to sketch pictures of her dad, Dracula so she can use his face as target practice. She hated her dad for using her powers to conquer and destroy places. By the time her S.O was finished she drew about 3 pictures. She walked over to Simone and said "follow me. We're probably gonna be really late but I'm sure I can get you out of trouble." She walked hastily and Sinone followed dragging her feet behind. One thing that Simone is, is a very lazy person. Her S.O looked at her and then pointed to Emilie. "Go ahead, be nice" she smiled and patted her in the back. Simone rolled her eyes again and she said sarcastically, " do you need help finding where you're supposed to be?"
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// @vampirexx
âTap tap tap tap tapâŚâ
The heavy and annoying clicking noise of a womanâs heel was echoing and bouncing around the long hallway of S.H.I.E.L.Dâs ground level headquarters. The lights shone as white and clean as ever. The woman who wore the heels was obviously an agent or someone who worked there- She had long brown hair that was woven into a braid, then back into a tight ballerina bun. She had beautiful chocolate brown eyes to match as well. Such soft features that Emilie wished she had instead of her cold, light features. As Emilie followed the agent, she was lost in a train of thought that was taking her anywhere else than where she was supposed to be going. Good job, Emilie.
She continued walking straight, her cold blue eyes just stuck on the ground. They were lost in a trance, and didnât follow as agentâs back was lost. The agent, it seems, had taken a turn earlier and forgot the little blonde, the same blonde that continued walking straight until she collided with her victim. She walked at a slow pace at first, but started speeding up without even realizing it. It was obvious whatever would happen next.Â
Emilie was shook abruptly from her daydream and impulsive walking by a collision. Her almond shaped eyes widened as she found herself on the floor, topping over a stranger she had never seen before. The blonde gulped in a breath of air as she met eye contact with the person before looking away.
âDonât you ever watch where youâre going?â, She said coldly to the person underneath her.
Simone lied on the floor under a stranger and became very uncomfortable. She felt her power energy spike but she held it under control. Unlike normal circumstances where she would be trembling at the sight of a stranger she looked at her with a dead cold flat state that her dad taught her to use and said âDonât I ever watch where Iâm going?â She scoffed when she spoke and knew her rudeness is getting the best of her again. âYouâre the one who needs to watch where youâre going, blonde. Some people wonât take âsorryâ as a good enough answerâ. She chose her words wisely knowing that her Shield Official was in the other room and she would probably try to set her straight.
Simone pushed the girl off of her, got up and dusted herself off. She picked up her black silver ringed sketch book and her pencil. She turned around quickly and stared straight in the girlâs unnatural eyes. A smirk appeared on her face for a second then turned into a light frown. âNext timeâ she began holding herself in âyou want to numb into someone, I advise you for your own sake donât let it be me.â
âIf thatâs supposed to be a threat, I advise you to try harder. You donât scare me, child. Iâm not afraid of a ten year old.â She said, rolling her eyes. Before the girl could push her, she pushed herself off, not wanting to be near her as much as Simone did so. âI didnât know S.H.I.E.L.D let children run around head quarters. Do you need help finding you mommy?â Emilie bullied her, as she had already profiled the pre-tween. She ball-parked her age- Maybe she was about fourteen or so? Probably enjoys drawing, no, with that sketchbook it was quite obvious. As Emilie blinked once, the lights started to flicker slowly, and once they stopped she just stood there, with a hair curl around her index finger. She was only standing there with a Cheshire grin, all of her weight on her right leg.
âTake responsibility for your actions, enfant idiot. Maybe if you opened your eyes once in a while, or maybe used your head correctly, we wouldnât have even made contact, huh? J'en ai rien Ă cirer, et tu me fatigues. Iâve never liked children, especially ones like you. Ones that donât have a brain.â, She scoffed more rudely before turning around on her heel. She couldnât help herself or her French tongue. Though the girl couldnât speak French like she could, she was sure of it. It didnât sound like she could anyways, but that didnât matter. She waited a couple of seconds before proceeding to re-trace her steps, and hopefully find the agent that was supposed to be taking her to meet her adviser. If she hadnât gone off track, she couldâve started her training with Natasha or someone by now.
Now she was really angry. Simone was new to Shield but all the agents new about her powers. Maybe she wasnât a agent the taught went through her head and that was enough to convince her to retaliate. "I'M FOURTEEN"she yelled. She was sure her Shield official could hear her but she didnât care. Nobody bullied Simone and gets away with it. Her hand started glowing orange. She gave a glare that scared everybody including her dad the one who taught her. âWhat did you call me? I speak a little bit of French but not that but I guessing it wasnât a compliment.â Her Shield official walked out the room and put her hand on Simone's shoulder. "Come on" she said her voice was steady but Simone could tell she was trembling from the inside. "Director Fury is waiting for you and you know he doesn't like waiting." Simone rolled her eyes and turned to look at Emilie. "I don't care. I don't care if the president of anybody is waiting for me, I'm doing something." She knew it was a bad idea to yell at her S.O and make Fury wait but she didn't care, she was tired of getting tossed around. "Please, come we don't want this to escalate" now she demanding it. She signed and said "Next time I see you just know I'm not the one who will get pushed. She started to walk away and mumbled under her breath "pĹĂĹĄtÄ nebudu vĂĄhat." She spoke in Czech since it was a dead language to humans and vampires used it one occasion. She smiled to herself at the note she made and started to walk off
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// @vampirexx
âTap tap tap tap tapâŚâ
The heavy and annoying clicking noise of a womanâs heel was echoing and bouncing around the long hallway of S.H.I.E.L.Dâs ground level headquarters. The lights shone as white and clean as ever. The woman who wore the heels was obviously an agent or someone who worked there- She had long brown hair that was woven into a braid, then back into a tight ballerina bun. She had beautiful chocolate brown eyes to match as well. Such soft features that Emilie wished she had instead of her cold, light features. As Emilie followed the agent, she was lost in a train of thought that was taking her anywhere else than where she was supposed to be going. Good job, Emilie.
She continued walking straight, her cold blue eyes just stuck on the ground. They were lost in a trance, and didnât follow as agentâs back was lost. The agent, it seems, had taken a turn earlier and forgot the little blonde, the same blonde that continued walking straight until she collided with her victim. She walked at a slow pace at first, but started speeding up without even realizing it. It was obvious whatever would happen next.Â
Emilie was shook abruptly from her daydream and impulsive walking by a collision. Her almond shaped eyes widened as she found herself on the floor, topping over a stranger she had never seen before. The blonde gulped in a breath of air as she met eye contact with the person before looking away.
âDonât you ever watch where youâre going?â, She said coldly to the person underneath her.
Simone lied on the floor under a stranger and became very uncomfortable. She felt her power energy spike but she held it under control. Unlike normal circumstances where she would be trembling at the sight of a stranger she looked at her with a dead cold flat state that her dad taught her to use and said "Don't I ever watch where I'm going?" She scoffed when she spoke and knew her rudeness is getting the best of her again. "You're the one who needs to watch where you're going, blonde. Some people won't take 'sorry' as a good enough answer". She chose her words wisely knowing that her Shield Official was in the other room and she would probably try to set her straight.
Simone pushed the girl off of her, got up and dusted herself off. She picked up her black silver ringed sketch book and her pencil. She turned around quickly and stared straight in the girl's unnatural eyes. A smirk appeared on her face for a second then turned into a light frown. "Next time" she began holding herself in "you want to numb into someone, I advise you for your own sake don't let it be me."

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Simone Callier is 15 years old. Her mom was part human and part inhuman and her dad is a vampire. She grew up in her dad Dracula's castle practicing her powers and using them to take over nations and cities and defeat her dad's enemies when he commanded her to. When she was 15 she left the castle teleporting to NYC trying to hide in plain sight. She was found by S.H.I.E.L.D because her power energy was making a signal that was off the charts. S.H.I.E.L.D used her as a secret energy source until Tony Stark found her and brought her to Avengers tower. Captain America decided to be her legal guardian and train her to be a hero and keep her powers under control. She is now a Avenger in training. Her powers include: Telekinesis Hex spheres Shape shifting Teleportation Change density Energy shield Controlling fire Hypnosis
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